Do you remember me?

The ocean rolled, time was slow, we felt an energy.

The [bad word] was crowing, [bad word] was flowing…

mermaid burns to see, beyond the sea and if I could, turn where you stood, would you feel me?

Would it be good, would you remember?

So turn the little key. 

I long to see, I long to see if there is page for me…
page for me, in your diary.